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Hold your thoughts
Let's see what we got here
Oh, it's honor!
Let's make it disappear
Oh, it's joy
Go get the spear
Wrap it up
Isn't that surreal?
Wrap it up
Isn't that surreal?
Wrap it up
Isn't that surreal?

Everything is dead inside
There's nothing you can do to hide
Please don't make me be okay
I just want to get away

Breaking news:
I can't be a pioneer
"You're not that good, how did you get in here?"
I'll fuck you up
Isn't that surreal?
I'll fuck you up
Isn't that surreal?

[conflicting mind]:
the shadow of my reflection has nowhere to hide
the mirror tries to deceive my image
showing what other people see
but we know that we can't hide
from our true self

We. Are. Free.
But chained to ourselves.